| The signs are plain to see, I know what fate doth await
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| The dawning of a time of darkness, grievance, fire and hate
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| The time of idle watching is long over due
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| I hark and hear the Gjallarhorn, and know what I must do
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| Aegishjalmur the helm of awe
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| Aegishjalmur and the wolverine claw
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| The bones are cast, the bearded axe is hurled
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| Aegishjalmur to light the way
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| I new time cometh, and I shall display
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| The mighty helm of terror to the world
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| I feel the touch of fate, the Agathursir draw
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| I sense the power within the grasp of the hawk’s claw
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| The sting of insight hurts, I comprehend the price
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| My life be forfeit now, it is my sacrifice
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| Aegishjalmur the helm of awe
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| Aegishjalmur and the wolverine claw
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| The bones are cast, the bearded axe is hurled
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| Aegishjalmur to light the way
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| I new time cometh, and I shall display
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| The mighty helm of terror to the world |